Delta

split in two at birth-
all these years spent searching for
that which makes me whole

wild horses-
where the river
meets the sea

Sleep

your head on my chest
the sudden twitch of your leg
as you fall asleep

contemplation-
the sounds
of soft breathing

History

an aging oak tree-
all our sins laid bare beneath
the outstretched branches

a shoe in the grass-
the tire swing
motionless

Love

the smile on your lips
reaches deep into your eyes
and into my heart

darkness-
reaching out
for your hand

Storm

the sky badly bruised
sitting beneath the mottled
colors of sundown

roiling-
iron clouds
hanging low

Fire

the burning forests-
gaia’s tears turn to embers
borne off by the wind

peals of thunder-
rain falling
on a wild fire

Escape

the wind in your hair
miles unspooling behind us
escaping our past

needle and thread-
finding holes
in a spider’s web

Gloom

with the setting sun
purple ink spreads across the
paper of the night

coming darkness-
the ravens gather
on my roof

Missing

picking at breakfast
sitting across the table
from the ghost of you

wilted flowers-
your whisper
in my ear

Remnants

the day’s work is done
a blanket of fog settles
over bleaching bones

curling water-
the soft rattle
of empty shells